The Journey Of Samkelisiwe Nzama

The year was than over and I moved back home. Well home was home back then. It was exciting being home, I guess.

Another year came again that was my last year in high school. Now the travelling from school to home and back became a problem. I was no more living with gran. Now what?

I had no choice but to travel with a train every morning to school, school was fair. I used to wake up and take a bath in the morning, make lunch and go into the darkness of the morning. There was no electricity by than in our new place. I used to walk alone and catch taxi to the near town than to school.

Sometimes it would be so dark that I would be scared to come out in the house. But I had to go to school. Life was not easy. Things became a bit tense. But I did not allow myself to give up. I kept going. The Journey of Samkelisiwe Zama started at a young age I can say 

Older people that would go to work by that time, would feel sorry for me, asking themselves why would a child be out this time of the morning. The morning light would rise on me.

Sometimes I would be the first one to arrive at School and I would wait at the gate for the security guard to open that. I would wait in the cold for him some mornings. That would most of the time happen when I go an early train that morning. But I guess I was living in faith.

In the afternoon I would catch a train again back home. Sometimes the train would be so late that I arrive at home in the midnight. That was my daily life. My train life was not exciting at all but it helped in grow, and I grew. I grew up and I did. I grew taller spiritually.

When I got home from school, I would be so tired that I could not even do any school work or rather spend time with my family.

That now reminded me of the old grans house where I used to live. Everything was much better than, everything was much closer than where I was. But I kept on going no matter. In WINTER it would be so much difficult for to take on the road because it would be cold and the sun will set much earlier than usual. But I moved different because I understood my power.

Things became much easier when my mom found of the ladies who lived where we lived and I would go with her every morning. It was much better walking with her, cause now I was much safer than before. I would walk to her house every morning and when I arrived there her children would be sleeping and would see their shoes on the dining room floor, and I would wish I was them. Or rather exchange my life with them.